A baby’s cry is an unmistakable sound to the ears of parents, but one morning, the Sweeney’s were not woken up by their baby, as they typically anticipated. Instead, they awoke, abnormally well rested, to find their three-month old daughter, Helena, lying in her crib cold and breathless. At the age of 11, I had been to several funerals, but I had never mourned the life of someone who had not lived. Sudden Infant Death Syndrome was hard to make sense of. My recent spring vacation had consisted of taking care of Helena as a mother’s helper and I had spent several weekends changing diapers, mixing formula, and watching over her brothers and sisters.
The Baby Kitten snuggles close to Mikie. His sleepy little eyes and soft purring sounds make Mikie feel safe and loved. Just as Baby CoCo begins to frolic through the covers, they hear Mikes’ mother calling them to breakfast. With a challenging glance between boy and kitten, they race downstairs. As usual, Baby CoCo wins the race and as usual, Mikie tries to correct the little kitten.
I’m going to miss her though. I’ve taken care of her since she was seven weeks old. Already a bit depressed after our parting I noted that this was for her own good and that I couldn’t have hoped for a better home for her. I walked to the car thinking this over and found myself already holding the door handle. Puff, being the tiny and fluffy kitten that she is, I double checked before I sat down that Puff wouldn’t accidentally die by me sitting on her.
I woke up with my leg wrapped up all the way up to my thigh. While my mom and I waited a few more hours, we had some laughs until the doctor came and checked me out. Then we were on our way. We went home and mom helped me into the house. I laid on the couch and wouldn’t talk, so my mom made me a hot pocket to make me feel better.
Quote “Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.” ------ Lucy M. Montgomery Early Life Author Lucy M. Montgomery was born in November 30, 1874, to a happy couple in Prince Edward Island. The happiness of the family did not go for very long. Due to tuberculosis, Lucy’s mother, Clara passed away when Lucy was 21 months old. Her father, instead of raising her himself, he gave the custody to Lucy’s maternal family. Growing up, Lucy was lonely because she did not have many friends to talk to, instead she built a imaginary world, building up her creativity.
We made our cookies which made the house smell wonderful. We grabbed blankets and hot cocoa, I then plopped down on the couch as she put in a DVD. I asked her “what movie is it?” and she said, “A classic, Gone with the Wind.” “But why?” I asked. She said, “because
Eventually, our grandma came to take us home. My mom had to stay there with the person’s car until they got there.When the person came they were nice about it. They asked if everyone was ok and if anyone was hurt.That was the best Halloween ever ,first of all because my mom was going crazy and second of all we got a lot of
Her exact words were “I promise, I will be there soon.” Maria Morales- my mother did not come to El Salvador until eleven months later. Not having my mother by my side, I was forced to develop a self reliant mentality. For the past three months, I told myself she would be with me soon, yet a phone call once a week is the only thing we would receive from her. At age eleven, I was learning how to trust myself rather than, my own mother and every day, I still manage to keep a smile on my face until the night of her birthday. I sat on my aunt’s bed, hoping she would be the one to knock on the door, but I remember she was still in the United States working
But I listened. After she suggested TV and I smiled jumping onto the couch as she was going for the remote. She laughed at my little sister like immaturity and scooted me over and sat down. The TV turned on and we watched it together. Emily was the kind of girl that instead of watching cartoons or dramas would rather watch a documentary or something.
The World got a little bit stranger and maybe a little bit brighter, at least it did in Frye Regional Hospital on July 9th, 1999. My mom was about as big around as a very large watermelon, with three bundles of joy bouncing around in her stomach as she was rolled into the delivery room where she would be cut into and come out again with a much greater responsibility. Outside in the hallway sat 4 anxious grandparents, soon to be uncles and aunts, and a handful of family-friends all awaiting these tiny newborns. At home, with its white picket fence and candy apple-red shutters, were two neatly arranged sets of pink, frilly clothes, a set of sky-blue baby boy clothes, mountains of diapers, and all the works and necessities of having babies. The doctors began to pull babies out of the womb, Baby Girl A... Baby Girl B… Baby Girl C. My dad froze there in the delivery room as his three
The Dumas were given so much kindness and were accepted so quickly in those two short years that they were in America. They were highly thought of in their community that they didn’t want to go back to their homeland of Iran after their two-year were up. They didn’t know when they were going to come back, the girl even said so herself, “I didn’t know then that indeed be returning to America about two years later” (Dumas, 16).All that the girl knew was that everyone was upset that she was leaving. “ The last month of our stay, I attended one slumber party after another, all thrown in my honor” (Dumas, 16).She also knew that, even though her mother could not speak or understand hardly any English, she was thankful for all that the community
I was heartbroken and she was too. We talk every day to every two days, but yet it was still horrible. Even though my grandparents tried to keep me happy and busy, I still missed her horribly! Then the day finally arrived It was the first day of spring break and we rolled out of Wabash In, to Panama City Beach,FL, my grandma Tina, my cousin Chloe ,and myself were on our way to see my mom that my family and myself haven’t seen in 2 months.We had more than words can explain crammed into our 2003 silver Sunfire and if you haven 't ever saw one it is tiny.We had things like a microwave a toaster and a vacuum and many other unusual things you would take to a spring break vacation. After A crammed ride of 12 in a half hours we finally arrived.
"Thank You For Watching Them Mrs.Whitmore,I Appreciate It. "I Smile Gratefully At Her.She Scoffs And Waves Her Hand Around Dismissively. "Nonsense,I Love Those Girls.They 're Like My Granddaughters,I 've Been Watching Over Them Since They Were Practically Born.So Whenever You Need My Help I 'm Here. "She Smiled Back.I Nodded,Thanking Her Once Again Before Walking Her Down The Stairs And Waving Good Bye. After I Watch Mrs.Whitmore 's Car Pull Out Of The Front Yard I Go Back Inside With The Girls.Chloe Is Sitting On The Leather Sofa Watching Tv And Emma Is Crawling Around On The Floor.I Walk Up To Them And Sit Down Next To Chloe On The Sofa Causing The Couch To Dip Down And Chloe Along With It.